the show last night i expected to be good, still feeding off the buzz of wednesday night. the audience wasn't as big as in recent past, but my dad and my brother were there with mohammed, the little albanian man from work who speaks broken english, and oh he makes me laugh all day long. angie was there with her little sister and lacey and her friend. mark was there with phoebe. and before the show everyone i talked to seemed to be in a good mood. i came off stage after one word story to the sight of nick and pete and corey and danny and nina and pam and autumn and i got so excited i flustered myself right down the stairs and out the door.

the show itself i thought went well.. i want to see the tape because up on that stage i can't see nor hear what is really going on and often my opinion of what didn't go over well is drastically changed after viewing the tape.

after the show, chris said that the scene marty and i did was one of the best he's ever seen.. it was poptarts, and it was to be chris' favorite of all the male female interaction scenes.. a breakup. it played out and: he was miserable with me and never wanted to leave my side, but i had to break up with him because i was in love with him.

tilt exercises work subconciously.

it comes and it goes and i'm trying not to let go just as soon as i start to really learn.

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from the show to elgg rivven practice.

dammit. i love. that music. i can't say anymore.